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I was away for about two weeks, in my homeland. This outing was different from others in that, due to Facebook, I’m now in touch with lots of people from my youth, and I saw several of them during my visit.

I met those folks before I became über religious. Yes, I was already a sad, misguided person, but I wasn’t too religious. To these friends, I was a bit different yes. But they seemed to like me a lot. They loved me, in fact. I loved them, too. I still do.

But, what is so shocking about that? Well, only that during my Christian years I came to believe I was an awful, dislikeable person, since I was judged continually and harshly by my religious peers and leaders. It seems like everything I did was wrong to them.

As I have stated before, the Christian church to me was just like my family of origin. I can never do right in my family’s eyes. This became abundantly clear during a number of painful incidents I experienced during this trip. I may write about them some day, when I feel ready. They hurt me deeply, again. But this time my husband was with me. That made it bearable. Also, their behaviour has given me an excuse to put distance between us. I already told them that next time I’ll stay at a hotel.

Together the Christian “friends” and my family did a good job of making me believe that I was an awful person who needed to change to be accepted.

My others friends, though, loved me as I was. I don’t remember them ever criticizing me or accusing me of anything.  Nowadays, they only accuse me of staying away, of not keeping in touch, of not calling.

And I didn’t contact them because I was ashamed. I was under the impression that everyone saw me as an “untouchable,” a pariah, a “hunchback” of sorts. When I was “found” a couple of months ago, on Facebook, I couldn’t believe that some folks remembered me with fondness. Then when I went there, and they hugged me, and we cried, it dawned on me that I ain’t so horrible. Though I must admit that doubt still lingers on.

These days I am in shock. Every week new people from my past find me and seem quite happy to know about me. I am leaving prison and sneaking out into the world again. I’m receiving love from all kinds of unexpected places. And I need that love, because my hateful family keeps on finding ways to make me feel unwanted, unacceptable, worthy of humiliation and disdain.

Honestly, I couldn’t say I am doing great. I’m in a daze. I will know in a year how all this is affecting me. My tendency is to retire from the world again, to figure it out. But that won’t happen.

I’m attending school, taking a full time program that should put me back in the workforce. I’m afraid, yes, but I have reached the point where working is necessary for my overall mental health. I need to be busy. Sitting around thinking about stuff all day was good for a while, but it is time to move on.

Another interesting bit from the last little while is that I’m now fully out of the closet. All my relatives and friends know, or should know, about my defection from the faith. I no longer have any qualms about telling anyone that I don’t believe. I feel that the subset of people in my universe need to know that I’ve left Christianity, for whatever it’s worth.

So, here I sit, back from my trip. Sad in some ways, happy in some other ways, but all around real. I no longer keep any secrets. On the contrary, I’m making efforts to be more ME everyday.

How about you? Are you still in the closet? Do you think one day you will come out completely? Is that important to you?

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